Go Forth this Fourth

Chester (1778)

Let tyrants shake their iron rod,
And Slav’ry clank her galling chains,
We fear them not, we trust in God,
New England’s God forever reigns.

Howe and Burgoyne and Clinton too,
With Prescot and Cornwallis join’d,
Together plot our Overthrow,
In one Infernal league combin’d.

When God inspir’d us for the fight,
Their ranks were broke, their lines were forc’d,
Their ships were Shatter’d in our sight,
Or swiftly driven from our Coast.

The Foe comes on with haughty Stride;
Our troops advance with martial noise,
Their Vet’rans flee before our Youth,
And Gen’rals yield to beardless Boys.

What grateful Off’ring shall we bring?
What shall we render to the Lord?
Loud Halleluiahs let us Sing,
And praise his name on ev’ry Chord.

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Sandalistas

FSLN

You posed yourselves (in radical English)
with fellow-travelers on the barricades.
recalling bygone barrio fusillades
though you speak only red diaper Spanish…
Beholding the party cooperative
where gringo tourists are shown Cuban truth,
you cherished the lies of your leftist youth,
half-informed, predictably progressive.
Stuffed full of radicalized rice and beans,
flatulent, dreaming of ignoble Che
you charmed the sultry proletarian queens.
In your new Guayabera, bonafide,
you hailed the revolutionary day;
pale thorn in the suffering People’s side…

 

Sandalistas really exist !

There are still a few around…

Some may remember
propagandist Tokyo Rose.
(Write one about her !)

 

4 Easy Pieces: conceptual poem/quiz

1) womb worker / moon mama rising from the sista circle / warrior of ebony ujamaa dreams / afreakan priestess of night-goddess humanity / blood-flower of the ancestors / my noble violated self /my people my poems SUCK 

2) Workers of Aztlan peones of capitalismo we don’t need no stinkin’ gringo badges to sweat bullets in your fields of oppression / pachuco rising in the barrios of the frijole future nahuatl rose Azteca princesa tortilla vendor /  return oh sons of Cuautemotitlan / Tio Sam is having a coronary tú sabes  but our espangleesh poetry still SUCKS

3) revaluate  revolutionary solutions in revolt / occupy the exploitation / up against the m—-er f—-in’ Walmart credit slaves kickin’ it on multiple fronts ’cause the game is going down and we getting our war on / greenly sustainable future arise immaculate in the smoke of your shopping malls when our molotov poetry stops SUCKING

4) queer = queenly / we are your fears / winking at transgendered repression in tears / a butch-booted army mascaras toward your dead tradition so flaunt this, breeders / our collective diversity  pierced only by fascist family values / skinning your hate alive / undressed in the day-glo San Fran fact / that we write SUCKY SUCKY POETRY

NOW –

MATCH THE MILITANT POEMS ABOVE
TO THEIR INTENDED TARGET AUDIENCE
   (20 points)

A. Drunken Rethuglican plutocrats in a gay bar

B. Undocumented indigenous sex-workers who play lacrosse at Duke

C. The evil racist Nazi fascist dead white CEO of Chick Fil-A, bless his soul…

D. Tenured North Korean sympathizers teaching World Lit @ Virginia Tech

powerfist

It’s YOUR TURN now.  

Go write some sucky militant poetry.

 POWER  to the PEOPLE. Unh – huh…

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